Worst. Date. Ever. (One Shot)

Making Up for Lost Time

Wednesday 01. 30. 13

I came home from work yesterday feeling tired and miserable - which is how I come hom every day these days. I need to find another job, stat, but by the end of the day, I don't have the energy to scour career boards. Plus, I have no idea what I even want to do anymore.

So imagine my surprise when I walked into my apartment to find Blake, wearing his trademark shorts, sneakers and bandanna, plus my Too Hot to Handle apron, rushing around the kitchen. Apparantly, my roommate had let him in.

"Uh, why are you here?" I asked.

"I'm making you dinner," he said, tasting the sauce from a spoon.

"I told you I didn't want to see you again," I said, confused.

"Yeah, but you didn't mean it," he replied with a wink.

Soon, I was served a heaping plate of shrimp scampi with garlic bread, a tossed salad, and a very full glass of Chianti.

"Am I forgiven?" he asked.

I held up my finger to signal tht I was still chewing. "Yes," I said, finally, "but you aren't allowed to stand me up again."

"I won't," he promised. "And when we get to know each other better, I'll tell you about my messed-up family, which will explain where I've been all month."

After dinner, we moved over to the couch.

"If I remember correctly," he said sliding up next to me and putting his finger under my chin, "we were supposed to make out on our first date."

"Better late than never." I gave in, letting him kiss me.

I sent him on his way before things got (too) out of hand. But it was an interesting turn of events. If things with Blake couldn't get any worse, will they get better? Or am I just fooling myself?